【Sword's Passion】(Boundless Snow)

(1)
"Does drinking have to be done in such a cold place?" a
young man dressed in white, but with hair as black as charcoal, exclaimed in dissatisfaction.
The scholar in blue, sitting opposite the stone table, smiled nonchalantly: "Let's drink."
"I'd rather be in your Hidden Plum Pavilion, burning a jar of warm charcoal, and
looking at this proud plum blossom in the cold snow through the glass wall you brought back from Japan." The man in white played with the small wine cup in his hand. The
scholar in blue smiled faintly and ignored him.
"I really don't understand how drinking in this godforsaken place can be elegant? I think
you'll freeze to the bone if the snow gets too heavy." The man in white suddenly downed the wine in his cup that he had been playing with for a while.
The scholar in blue also raised his cup to the man in white and drank it down in one gulp.
"Are you really frozen to the bone? We haven't seen each other for ten days, do you really have nothing
to say to me?" The man in white stood up from the stone bench.
"Sit down and drink." The scholar in blue robes raised his wine cup again with a smile.
The man in white robes glanced at the scholar in blue robes, then at his own empty cup, sighed helplessly,
sat back down on the stone bench, picked up the white jade wine pot on the stone table, and poured himself a cup: "Who told me that you're my
only good friend since I was a child? If anyone else treated me like this, I would have cut their tongue out long ago."
Under the vast sky, light snow fell slowly.
On this vast snowfield, there was only a small sparse plum grove, a stone table, and two stone benches.
The snow was not falling heavily, so the footprints of the two drinkers should still be on the snowfield, but upon closer inspection,
there was only one person's footprint. Could it be that one of the two had reached the legendary level of walking on snow without leaving a trace?
At this moment, a dozen or so black dots moved rapidly on the pale snowfield, like a dozen or so crows flying swiftly,
but where would birds come from in such a cold weather?
The two men drinking in the plum grove seemed oblivious to the situation, continuing their conversation.
The talkative man in white had fallen silent, toying with his small wine cup in one hand, while his other hand, seemingly
out of nowhere, gripped a long white sword. This man in white was now as cold as ice—colder than the falling snow
.
The scholar in blue laughed, "Not talking anymore? Did you bite your tongue from talking too much?"
The man in white closed his eyes, but the chill emanating from him continued to grow stronger!
The snowflakes falling within a few feet of him trembled violently, as if controlled by the cold emanating from him.
The scholar in blue frowned, "Your sword aura is too strong, ruining my enjoyment of drinking."
It turned out that the man in white was emanating sword aura—a deadly sword aura.
With a rustling of robes, seventeen men in black instantly surrounded the two men drinking. Seventeen
gleaming longswords, illuminated by the snow, revealed the faces of the scholar in blue and the man in white.
The scholar in blue laughed heartily, "Now you know why you can't drink in my Hidden Plum Pavilion, right? I don't want
to lose all my wealth."
As soon as he finished speaking, the seventeen men in black in unison took a step back.
One of the thinner men in black clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, "We were unaware that the head of the Nangong family was also drinking here
. We apologize for our offense."
It turned out that this young scholar in blue was the head of the Nangong family, one of the three most renowned families in the martial arts world
.
Ximen Jian, Ouyang Quan, and Nangong Qian—almost everyone who roamed the martial arts world knew that these three families were not
to be trifled with. Not only did they possess astonishing martial arts skills, but they also wielded considerable influence in the martial arts world.
If the assassination organization "Sword," controlled by the Ximen family, were to announce its intention to assassinate someone, everyone would believe it,
which would be tantamount to killing that person, even if they were the emperor himself.
It's said that at least half of the Ouyang family members hold official positions in the court, but one prime minister like
Ouyang Chaohua is probably enough.
Money talks, a principle the Nangong family adheres to.
"You can take your revenge, I won't interfere," Nangong Ruo immediately stood up and slowly
walked towards the gap in the black encirclement.
The thin man in black's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said happily, "Thank you, Master Nangong." "
The Wuji Swordsmen's group of seventeen against one—I wonder how many people in the martial world have participated in this high-stakes gamble," Nangong Ruo
said as he walked out of the encirclement without looking back.
The white-clad man with his eyes closed sat on the stone bench like a statue, his right hand holding the sword showing no
veins, the only thing that could be felt was the endless sword energy emanating from him.
The Wuji Swordsmen Group is also one of the most famous sword sects in the martial arts world. There are a total of eighteen people. The sixth one, Luo Lu ,
was killed by Chen Bin at Mount Tai half a year ago.
Seventeen sword lights suddenly rose like cold rainbows. Chen Bin slowly opened his eyes.
The snow had stopped and the sun shone on the snowfield. The corpses of seventeen men in black lay scattered in
the snow. Each of them had died from a sword wound to the chest.
(2)
On the wide official road, a scholar in blue was walking slowly forward. Although the snow had stopped,
there were very few pedestrians on the road. There were only two people.
Chen Bin, dressed in white, caught up with Nangong Ruo: "You bastard, you didn't help me
. Do you really want me to break off our friendship?" Chen Bin's white long sword was already hanging at his waist.
Nangong Ruo glanced back at him: "Not even a drop of blood was left. I wonder how many martial artists will
be bankrupted by this."
Chen Bin walked alongside him: "I really don't understand why everyone likes to gamble with my duels
."
"Because the name 'Chen Bin, the Heavenly Sword' is incredibly valuable," Nangong Ruo said slowly.
"Speaking of money, who can compare to your Nangong family? Oh, right, I need your help in an emergency." Chen Bin chuckled, extending
his hand to Nangong Ruo.
Nangong Ruo smiled bitterly: "I'm really afraid that one day you'll drag the Nangong family down."
"Enough nonsense, are you going to help or not?"
"One hundred thousand taels, that's all I have on me. Be careful with your spending." Nangong Ruo helplessly handed over a few thin bills.
A thin silver note was handed to a large hand.
"Everyone says that the Golden Rooster Nangong Ruo never does anything that loses money. I'm incredibly lucky,"
Chen Bin said with a grin, pocketing the note.
Nangong Ruo looked at him, both amused and exasperated, only able to sigh repeatedly.
"Stop sighing, it'll make you age faster, and Miss Ma won't like that," Chen Bin said, patting Nangong Ruo
's shoulder with his right hand.
"You talk so much, why can't you say anything when you see a young lady?" Nangong Ruo said impatiently.
"You know perfectly well that my deadbeat father forced me to practice swordsmanship from a young age. I couldn't speak, I couldn't easily show
my emotions, and I had to keep my inner energy contained, like a block of ice, so that I could accumulate my fighting spirit and sword energy within my body. Only then
could I unleash an invincible sword energy when fighting others, only then could I become a top-notch swordsman, only then could I...
"
"I beg you, please have mercy! I know you only put down your sword and talk so much in front of me and my aunt
. I'd rather you hold that sword tighter in front of me." Nangong Ruo interrupted him.
"You know I've always been a chatterbox. If you don't let me speak when I see you, I'll suffocate."
"Brother, if you keep talking like this, I'll die too."
"Then I'd rather you die."
"We're almost at the city gate. Why don't you pick up your sword? Aren't you afraid someone will see this side of you?"
"Mind your own business! I'm going to say it, what can you do about it?"
The sunlight was blazing, and the snow on the bare branches melted into droplets like spring rain,
rolling down the branches one by one.
On the official road in front of the city gate, there was a grand chair, and on it lay a
black-clad girl with a laughter as clear as silver bells. Strangely, four handsome men dressed in white, with white swords at their waists
, surrounded her, constantly kissing her slender hands, bare feet, and beautiful hair. She would occasionally let out bursts of clear, captivating
laughter, a laughter that would make any man's blood boil.
Man A laughed as he pulled down his pants, revealing a large, erect penis. He said, "Wife, the four of us
haven't quite reached the point of perfect union. We hope you'll help us. We guarantee you'll be in ecstasy."
The four men then pulled down their pants and clothes, grabbing the girl in black and starting to perform oral sex on her. The girl swayed back and forth, suddenly feeling
her underwear being pulled down. She quickly covered her vulva with her hands, only to feel her buttocks being groped. She twisted her body, and Man A seized the
opportunity to rip off her bra, leaving her completely naked. The four men surrounded her, some performing oral sex
, some groping her breasts, and some thrusting into her vulva. The girl screamed, but outnumbered and outmatched, she was quickly
lifted to the ground by the four men.
Seeing this, the girl in black knew that resistance was futile, so she said, "Please be gentle when you're pleasuring me, so I can
bear it."
Man B laughed and said, "Don't worry, my lady. How could anyone bear to thrust wildly into a beauty like you
?" The four men agreed in unison.
So the four of them went on top of each other, but the bed was a bit crowded with so many people. So Man A embraced
the girl in black from behind, letting her half-lie on his body. Man C and Man D sat on either side, saying in unison
, "Master, please go first."
Man B laughed and said, "Little lady, how rude." The girl in black had no choice but to nod and say, "Please
grant me the favor." Man B said, "Of course." He then parted the girl's legs, revealing a
thick patch of grass between them, from which a pink opening could be seen. Man B touched it and felt a lustful fluid on his hand, laughing,
"Little lady, you are quite the passionate one."
The girl in black blushed and said, "No, I've always been this way, it has nothing to do with you guys." Man B
laughed heartily, bent down, aimed his already hard penis at the girl's opening, thrust his hips,
and it was fully inserted, then he began to thrust. While thrusting, he said, "Young lady, did I hurt
you?" The girl in black replied, "It's alright."
Man A, from behind, said, "I wonder if my master is up to the task?" The girl in black said, "At such a young age, you're like
a tiger or wolf." All four laughed.
Man B, being older and having been without a woman for a long time, became somewhat impatient
. After only a few thrusts, he couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a cry and ejaculating. He managed a few more thrusts, but his penis
had already shrunk, so he had to stop. He got up, pulled out his penis, and said, "Thank you for this pleasure, young lady."
Man B laughed heartily, got up from the bed, and said, "You three should make the young lady as comfortable as possible."
Man A agreed.
Man C and Man D said, "Senior brother, please give the young lady some rest first." Man A said, "
What does the young lady think?" The girl in black said, "Since I've already fallen into your hands, I'll take turns with you sooner or later. It doesn't matter who comes first."
Man A said, "Then I'll do it first."
After saying that, he put the girl in black down, pressed down on her, raised his penis, and began to play with it at the girl's opening
. Man A was young and strong, and he thrust very hard. His penis
flew up and down in the girl's vagina, reaching the bottom of her vagina with each thrust, making the girl feel extremely happy, which
was incomparable to what Man B had done earlier. When things got to the climax, the girl in black didn't care about her dignity anymore and made some lewd noises,
constantly calling out, "My dear flesh, please do it faster, so that I can feel so happy that I die." She kept
thrusting her buttocks upwards.
Man A thrust harder for a while, and the girl in black arched her buttocks wildly upwards. Suddenly, she
arched her back sharply, letting out a soft "Ah!" Man A felt a warm gush of vaginal fluid flow from her vagina
, making his penis feel incredibly pleasurable. He couldn't help but thrust wildly, making the girl tremble all over, moaning and
groaning about her father and brother.
After a while, Man A couldn't hold on any longer either. He thrust twice, let out a whoosh, and a stream of semen shot out, making the
clean-shaven Man C feel like he was on fire. After Man A climbed down, Man C, ignoring the semen
flowing freely from the girl's vagina, pounced on her and quickly inserted his penis into her vagina, thrusting up and down.
In her excitement, the girl in black mistook it for Man A, saying, "I didn't know my brother had such a pleasurable skill, it makes me feel so good!"
The woman was experiencing ecstasy. At this moment, Man C, also highly aroused, replied, "My flesh, open your eyes and look,
do you not know who I am?" Upon hearing this, the girl in black opened her eyes and recognized Man C, saying, "I didn't expect you to be
so interesting." Mingjing didn't reply further, only thrusting forcefully.
The girl in black's vagina, containing both men's semen and her own vaginal fluid, was a white, sticky substance,
soaking Man C's penis as if it were submerged in water. With each powerful thrust, Man C made a "gurgling" sound
, and coupled with the girl's unrestrained, wanton words, the four men were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Then, accompanied by the girl's excited cries and the wild thumping of her buttocks, the four men knew she was about to ejaculate again
. Man C also quickened his thrusts, and in an instant, both of them trembled simultaneously.
As the girl in black ejaculated, Man C could no longer hold back and finally ejaculated.
Man C's penis was still inserted in the girl in black's vagina, and he wanted to leave it for a while longer. Man D, already impatient,
yanked Man C off and, disregarding the girl's vagina being full of semen, mounted her and began to fuck her. The girl in black
ejaculated twice, satisfied, and let Man D ravage her. She closed her eyes,
savoring the moment of pleasure. Firstly, Man D had been watching for a while and couldn't help but ejaculate;
secondly, being the youngest, he couldn't handle the attention, so he only lasted a few strokes before ejaculating and
climbing off the girl.
The girl's vulva was already soaked with semen, and the combined effects of the four men's vigorous thrusting
had not only wet her pubic hair but also her pubic hair and belly.
The girl in black lay weakly on the ground, opening her eyes and turning her head to say, "You four, master and disciples, are such masters!"
The second man chuckled, "What do you think, young lady?" The girl in black blushed, her eyes filled with tenderness
, and she giggled, "This is the pleasure that makes me feel like I'm dying." The second man and his disciples all laughed.
The girl in black straightened up, wiping her vulva as she said, "
I thought you'd at least leave me half-dead, or at least ruin me. But instead of leaving me half-dead, you've actually
given me a taste of pleasure. It's quite unexpected."
The second man said, "When a man and woman unite, both should enjoy it, not just one."
The girl in black said, "I didn't expect you to have such insight."
At this moment, Chen Bin and Nangong Ruo, their long swords now frozen in ice, slowly walked over.
The four handsome men dressed exactly like Chen Bin, along with the girl in black, looked at them.
Nangong Ruo smiled faintly, but Chen Bin acted as if he hadn't seen anything, coldly walking forward.
The smug look on the black-clad girl's face instantly turned to anger. A crisp slap landed on
the face of the handsome man kissing her right hand, leaving five bright red finger marks on his jade-like face:
"What are you looking at? Is he prettier than me?"
The slapped man trembled, then resumed kissing the hand that had slapped him. The other men,
not daring to lag behind, kissed even more vigorously.
Chen Bin, however, quickly walked around the armchair, turning his head without looking back.
Nangong Ruo could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.
The black-clad girl watched the cold Chen Bin brush past her, then forcefully kicked the two
men kissing her bare feet to the ground, angrily shouting, "Chen Bin, you stop right there!" She then
fluttered towards Chen Bin, who was not turning back, like a black butterfly.
Hearing the whoosh of wind behind him, Chen Bin frowned and stopped abruptly,
pointing his sheathed sword at the girl.
Though he didn't turn around, it was as if he knew the location of the black-clad girl approaching from mid-air; his
white sword, still in its sheath, was aimed directly at her chest.
The black-clad girl's martial arts were also formidable. Her movements were swift and agile, like a butterfly performing a somersault. Her fair, jade-like
right thumb was stuck to Chen Bin's scabbard, making
her appear as if she were standing on his sword. A gentle breeze seemed to lift the thin black veil covering her, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful body, which seemed eager
to be displayed. Her face radiated a smile brighter than the sun.
She wasn't very old, but her youthful physique was enough to make any mature woman feel ashamed.
Chen Bin turned back and said coldly, "It's dirty!" The girl in black flew out with the white scabbard and into
the bright sunlight.
Chen Bin left without looking back, and Nangong Ruo shook her head helplessly and followed behind him.
The girl in black stood barefoot in the sunlight of the melting snow, tears
rolling down her face like water droplets on a branch, her hand tightly gripping the white scabbard.
After a long while, she turned and rushed to the armchair placed in the middle of the road. The setting
sun was like blood, and next to the broken armchair lay the corpses of four white-clad men covered in blood.
(3)
"Why didn't you bring Miss Ma here?" Chen Bin sat lazily on an armchair with a leopard skin cushion, his unsheathed
sword hanging at his waist.
"You alone are enough to give me a headache. She went to Henan on business." Nangong Ruo said while sipping wine.
The furnishings in the Hidden Plum Pavilion were very simple: two chairs, a table, and a large jade jar beneath the table, where
a charcoal fire burned brightly.
Yet, everything in the pavilion was priceless; even the charcoal in the jade jar was imperial charcoal from the palace.
No lamps were lit inside, only the moonlight outside. The cold moonlight, like water, seeped through the priceless
glazed wall, filling the small Hidden Plum Pavilion.
Through the glazed wall, not only was the moon as clear as a mirror, but even the bees on the blooming plum blossoms could be clearly seen.
The fragrance of the plum blossoms seemed to waft through the glazed wall.
"Your Heavenly Plum Wine is also priceless; don't waste it," Chen Bin said with a smile, raising his cup.
"Aren't you even a little tempted?" Nangong Ruo frowned slightly, taking a sip.
"Tempted by what?" Chen Bin turned his gaze to the bright moon outside the pavilion.
"Lin Yin, who claims to be heartless, has already declared in the martial world that she will marry no one but you," Nangong said calmly.
"How could I possibly like such a vicious woman?" Chen Bin shook his head.
"Do you really only like helpless blind girls?"
"Brother, don't joke around. You know, since I embarked on this path, the number of women who have liked me can be
counted on one hand. I always need to find some excuse." Chen Bin laughed.
"Don't make things worse. You should find a woman you like."
"But I haven't been able to like anyone yet. I've seen many women who make me want to sleep with them at first sight,
but I know that's just desire, not liking." Chen Bin said calmly.
"But some people live their whole lives with only desire, and they still live happily."
"I'm different. I hope to find a woman I truly like and spend my life with her."
Nangong Ruo stopped talking, and her gaze instantly turned as cold as moonlight.
"Life is short, so let's not let the golden goblet face the moon empty. What bastard's poem is so in tune with my heart?"
Chen Bin raised his wine cup to the moon and drank it all in one gulp.
Although the bright moon cannot illuminate the entire night sky, it can give people a sense of security, because humans have always
feared the dark.
The shadows obscured the moon; they were not dark clouds, nor bats, but four monks in wide robes and narrow sleeves who had climbed over the eaves
.
Under the palm strike of the gray-robed monk at the head, the glazed tile wall transformed into countless fluttering snowflakes, merging into the moonlight
, and a chill and the fragrance of plum blossoms filled the air.
"The four great monks of Shaolin, I don't think I've offended them," Chen Bin said, gripping his unsheathed longsword tightly. Nangong Ruo stood up: "I'm the one who offended them." A gleaming 　　knife
had appeared in his hand . 　　 "Nangong Ruo, Shaolin has no recent grudges or past enemies with you, yet you sent people to bully us. Now come with us back 　　to Shaolin to see Abbot Fatong," the head monk roared. 　　 "If you want an explanation, ask this knife!" Nangong Ruo laughed, and the knife flashed. 　　 The moonlight grew colder, and the blood on the four decapitated corpses congealed into hard lumps. 　　 The battle between "Sword God" Nangong Ruo and the four great monks of Shaolin had caused countless people in the martial arts world to lose their 　　fortunes overnight. 　　 (4) 　　 Spring rain should have been like silk, but now it had turned into a waterfall. 　　 The torrential rain made everyone reluctant to step out of their homes. 　　 A white-clad man holding a white umbrella walked slowly down the street, his right hand holding an unsheathed long sword. 　　 Behind him followed closely a young woman in black with a black umbrella, holding a white sword sheath. 　　 The rain was so heavy that the two umbrellas were practically useless. Both of them were almost completely soaked, and the 　　young woman in black was even more exposed by the rain, revealing her curves. 　　 Amidst the raging rain, Lin Yin's sweet voice rang out sharply, like 　　the slaps she often delivered to men's faces: "Hey, you blockhead, if you find me annoying, you can tell me to leave!" 　　 Chen Bin finally stopped, coldly enunciating each word: "You'll leave just because I tell you to?" 　　 "Of course not, unless you kill me," Lin Yin said sweetly. 　　 Chen Bin sighed helplessly and turned to leave. 　　 Lin Yin skipped after him: "Of course I know you won't kill a woman, and you probably don't even like 　　women, right?" 　　 Chen Bin took a few steps but stopped again, staring intently at her: "I do." 　　 "Ha, I'm so happy today, you actually said a few words to me. Since you like me, do you dare...?" Her 　　dark, starry eyes darted around. 　　 Chen Bin coldly said: "What?" 　　 "Do you dare rape me?" Lin Yin smiled happily. 　　 Chen Bin took a deep breath and slowly said, "It's not that I dare not, it's that I can't. 　　A man could never react to a woman as disgusting as you." 　　 Lin Yin's smile instantly vanished with the rain, fading onto the street. She stammered, "Impossible." 　　 Chen Bin looked at her, shook his head, and turned to leave. 　　 She still chased after him with a forced smile, saying, "You're lying." 　　 She followed Chen Bin until he entered "Yi Hong Yuan," the largest brothel in the city. 　　 When Chen Bin stepped into Yi Hong Yuan, the girls inside erupted in cheers. 　　 The rain continued to fall, and Lin Yin's umbrella slipped from her hand onto the street. In the downpour, no one could see if she 　　was crying, perhaps not even she herself knew? 　　 She murmured, "I must make you like me." 　　 When the rain stopped, Yi Hong Yuan caught fire. 　　 A month later, outside a dilapidated brothel, 　　 several old and ugly prostitutes relentlessly solicited the pleasures of passersby, claiming they were after money. 　　 A man in white strode towards them, and the old, ugly prostitutes jostled and pushed each other as 　　they rushed toward him. 　　 The man in white held an unsheathed sword in his hand. With a light flick of his blade, the 　　old women who had surrounded him screamed and fell to the ground one after another. 　　 "I'm looking for Ruhua," Chen Bin said coldly. 　　 At this moment, an even older and uglier woman with blood-red lips emerged from the door: "My lord is truly 　　remarkable. Ruhua only arrived today, and you already know." 　　 "Where is she?" 　　 "If you want her, you'll have to wait a moment; she's busy right now." Before she could finish speaking, she was pushed 　　aside, and Chen Bin swept into the dilapidated little door like a gust of wind. 　　 The small, dark, and damp room could only fit a bed, which was also dirty and damp. 　　A fat, obese old man pressed down on a stunningly beautiful, naked young woman. 　　 "Ah! Hurry up... go in... okay?... " 　　 the girl pleaded. 　　 "You... hurry up and put it in... quickly..." 　　 The girl's delicate, pitiful pleas only made the fat old man find her more endearing! 　　 "I want to see you. Move your body forward a little, I want to see your lower part!" 　　 The fat old man pressed hard on the girl's hymen with his fingers, causing her to arch her back, revealing her white 　　neck.

She kept calling out, "Hurry...hurry up..."
The fat old man used his fingers to pry open her lower body, spreading her legs wide so he could see
this place clearly. Wow! Really...so this is what a woman's core is like!
The fat old man's gaze was entirely focused on this woman's most private part. He thought of
the same part as the woman he had raped on the ground that day. Wow! It's simply amazing!
A woman's body is so strange...
split open into an inner recess, this part is a place where the sun doesn't shine!
There are two fleshy folds open on both sides, and a transparent liquid in the middle is shimmering.
The fat old man pressed his face closer so he could observe this woman in the bathtub more clearly.
This girl, the secret cave surrounded by her labia minora, seems like a mysterious place.
Compared to a man's erect penis, a woman's thing is really too strange!
The girl looks much more beautiful and lovely than before! The girl seems to feel something wet
approaching her entrance.
The fat old man unceremoniously used his fingers to pry open her hymen, making the girl feel an intense urge for his
penis to penetrate her!
"Ah..."
The fat old man's wet lips finally pressed against the inside of her thighs, causing her whole body to convulse
.
Gradually, she felt a tongue approaching her most precious part.
The girl's breathing became erratic, and her secret juices gushed out continuously, while the wet and nimble tongue
remained on her, the wriggling sensation of its tip like a sensitive snake crawling across her skin
.
An almost numbing pleasure surged through her body.
After finishing his tongue caresses, the fat old man carried her body into the bedroom, threw her onto the bed, and pressed her legs down.
Suddenly, he used his erect penis to violently attack the girl's secret cave!
"Ah...ah..."
An intense pleasure made his breath catch in his throat! The fat old man thrust into the center of the flower-like flesh
, then pulled forcefully!
He could feel that soft, lips-like thing lifting and pulling at his southern border, as if sucking it in.
The girl convulsed as if she had encountered a demon, and made sounds.
"Oh...oh..."
The fat old man, tense all over, pulled forcefully at the girl's body, then relaxed! The
fat old man, as if following a rhythm, pulled out and then forcefully thrust into the deepest part.
The fat old man was a little worried...
"Is this okay? I'm afraid it's too fast, too crazy...I'm afraid...I'll ejaculate right away..."
"Is it that sensitive inside?"
"Hehe, this is our first experience..."
The fat old man was very happy and went even deeper inside...
"I must ejaculate inside today..."
The fat old man took a deep breath and put his hands around the girl's waist. He attacked the girl's lower abdomen, which
was indeed the place the girl wanted to touch.
The fat old man stood up, pulled out his penis, revealing his wet palm and fingertips gripping the entire glans.
"Quick..."
a sound escaped the girl's lips, as if she couldn't open her mouth properly, a
sound caused by overwhelming emotion.
The fat old man endured, as if calmly preparing for battle.
The girl's cries of anguish grew louder, almost bordering on madness, culminating in a roar.
The fat old man thrust his penis deeper, lower and deeper, until it reached the deepest point. Like a skilled
hypnotist, he drove the girl to a frenzy.
He maintained control, relentlessly pressing his penis downwards, pumping it in and out of the girl's passage
.
The girl gradually felt something pressing against the tip of her cervix; it was
the tip of the fat old man's penis, inserted into the cervix, as if being sucked in.
The fat old man thrust forcefully into the girl's body, his body trembling violently.
He groaned with pleasure, his breaths mingling with the girl's soft moans.
The girl moved in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly, the old man
pulled his erect penis completely out!
"Ah..." the girl screamed.
"Hey! Let me show you before I put it back in!"
The fat old man pulled the girl's head up with both hands, forcing her to look down.
Her gaze quickly swept over the wet, gleaming penis, its glans pointed, before
settling on it.
"Ah! Ah!"
the girl cried out excitedly at the sight of that penis that made her feel like she was in heaven.
"Now, I'm going to push it inside you!" The
fat old man's body moved gently inside her, feeling a burning
sensation deep within her, as if she were on a fever.
"Ah! I must ejaculate inside today..."
The fat old man raised his waist, and it was clearly visible that the part where their bodies were in contact was wet and full
of fluid.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!..."
The fat old man thrust in and out between the girl's buttocks, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
The girl exuded excitement and radiated heat.
The fat old man was deeply attracted by this scene.
"This in-and-out motion is like touching yourself..."
the fat old man said to himself, then added, "Have you ever touched yourself before..."
"You're so naughty..."
the girl pouted at the fat old man, who immediately ordered her not to twist and straighten her body.
The fat old man's penis was completely sealed to the girl's flesh, and he continued to thrust inside.
The fat old man lifted the girl's head, placing two pillows behind her so she could observe
the scene of their lovemaking.
His right hand gripped the foreskin of the penis, which was dripping with pubic hair and vaginal fluid.
He teased the girl with his index finger, the pleasure driving her wild with ecstasy!
"Oh...oh...I...I'm...dying...I'm going to die..."
the girl's body convulsed excitedly.
"Are you going to die?...Ha! Are you going to die?... "
The fat old man said ambiguously, seeing the girl's state, while thrusting violently.
He had been slowly increasing the speed...
"I...I...ahhh..."
The girl's abdomen swelled and contracted, a feeling of intense pleasure, as if her internal organs were about to burst, washing over her.
The fat old man's hot penis continued to penetrate deep into the girl's body.
"Oh...ah..."
the girl let out a long moan, indicating she was experiencing intense pleasure!
The fat old man's muscles and bones were taut and stiff.
Finally, the tip of his hot, hard rod ejaculated, and the girl felt a surge of
heat rush into her cervix.
Soon, the fat old man's body relaxed completely, pressing down heavier and heavier on the girl, his
breath coming in gasps beside her. Tears of excitement welled up in the girl's eyes.
The girl rested her head on the fat old man's shoulder, and he held her, lying quietly. The girl
lay there limply, unresponsive, her eyes wide open, but she could see nothing; she was blind.
The door slammed open, and a man in white stood coldly outside, sword in hand: "Get out!"
The girl actually smiled, a sweet, innocent smile, as if she had forgotten she was naked: "I knew
you would come."
The old man, his mood dampened, roared, "You're insane! You know I am…"
Before he could finish, he was reduced to two heaps of flesh by a flash of sword light.
The girl was wrapped in Chen Bin's white robe and held in his arms. Lin Yin smiled sweetly and said, "I knew you would come. Why come to protect me, a blind 　　girl who
has lost her martial arts skills and is now helpless ?" 　　 Chen Bin did not speak. His long sword, still dripping blood, pointed at the two Taoists standing outside the door, who were filled with murderous intent. 　　 One of the Taoists, a man in a brocade robe with a long beard, said angrily, "Do you know that she killed all forty-four people in Jingyue Temple, leaving only 　　the two of us? You want to take her away?" 　　 "I only know that you shouldn't have sold her to a brothel after she crippled her martial arts skills and blinded herself." Chen Bin 　　closed his eyes. 　　 "You want to take her away? No way." The two Taoists roared in unison. 　　 The two Taoists attacked Chen Bin with their fists and palms. Chen Bin held Lin Yin in one hand and held his sword in the other. He slowly opened 　　his eyes. 　　 The wind was still blowing, so the long beards on the two corpses were still fluttering. 　　 (5) 　　 Are there any red mountains in the world? Does Blood Hidden Peak, covered in maple leaves, count? Regardless of the season 　　, the maple forests of Blood Hidden Peak are always ablaze with fiery red. 　　 Amidst this blazing fire, two figures were walking—no, it should be said—a white-clad man carrying a black-haired girl 　　, climbing upwards. At the foot of the mountain lay countless corpses, but with the lingering wind, they were all submerged and 　　swallowed by the crimson maple leaves. 　　 The black-haired girl, held by the white-clad man, had her eyes wide open, but she still couldn't see the crimson leaves covering the mountain. 　　She smiled sweetly, "Could you put down your sword and free your hand to hold me?" The 　　 white-clad man didn't reply. 　　 The black-haired girl wrapped her arms tightly around the white-clad man's neck, gently pressed her ear against 　　his chest, and pouted, saying, "Holding such a beautiful woman like me, my heart isn't even beating faster." 　　Because she was blind, she couldn't see that the white-clad man's originally pale face had now turned crimson. 　　 "I know I have many enemies, and I should have found a place to hide, but I 　　left something very important here, and I had to come and get it," the black-haired girl said softly. 　　 The white-clad man gripped his sword tightly, desperately suppressing his rapidly breathing. 　　 "I'm so happy. I can only spend my life in your arms. Even if my life is so short that only tomorrow remains, 　　I'll be content." 　　 The white-clad man didn't dare look directly at the blind girl's face, gazing at the equally silent mountains in the distance. 　　 The black-haired blind girl continued to chatter, but the white-clad man was gradually becoming moved. 　　 High in the mountains, white clouds drifted, and the fire in the sky blazed even brighter. 　　 Deep in the maple forest, there was a small wooden house without a roof. The door was open, and the inside was empty, with only a 　　thick layer of maple leaves piled up on the ground. 　　 The black-haired blind girl stepped barefoot from the white-clad man's arms into the pile of maple leaves. Her hands trembled as she 　　fumbled among the leaves. The wind swept in from outside, and the maple leaves danced wildly throughout the room. 　　 She suddenly laughed, her laughter like a child's, silvery bells: "Come here." 　　 The man in white slowly walked into the roofless hut and saw the black-haired blind girl tightly clutching a 　　long sword scabbard. The originally white scabbard was now stained red by the accumulated decaying maple leaves. 　　 Tears streamed down the black-haired girl's face, her eyes unable to see the world. She gently parted her 　　thin, bloodless lips: "I knew you would bring me here to get this scabbard. You will fall in love with me, wo 　　n't you?" 　　 She abruptly turned to the unseen man in white and laughed. 　　 The man in white gripped the sword even tighter, his eyes fixed on the corpses of maple leaves on the ground, his own eyes flushed 　　, as if reddened by the leaves. 　　 "I'll ask you one more question," the black-haired girl said with a charming smile. 　　 The man in white remained silent. 　　 "Do you dare to rape me?" The black-haired girl's casual tone made it seem as if she were stating the most natural 　　thing in the world. 　　 The man in white remained silent, gripping the unsheathed longsword tightly in his hand, his face turning even redder.

After a long while, tears streamed down the black-haired girl's empty eyes, and she collapsed weakly onto the pile
of maple leaves.
The white-clad man hurriedly went forward to help her up, still holding his sword.
Her soft, boneless hands immediately wrapped around the white-clad man, whose face was flushed. He did not make
a sound or struggle. Her two soft mounds pressed tightly against the white-clad man's firm chest, and her slender feet lightly touched...
Maple
leaves fluttered in the small house, and the man and woman seemed to be immersed in that sea of maple leaves, rising and falling. The girl's
cries of happiness, almost to the point of death, echoed from the depths of the white clouds and the land of heavenly fire. The white-clad man, whose clothes had been removed,
still held his long sword tightly in his right hand.
(6)
On the beach without a dike, two men stood watching the white waves roll.
Nangong Ruo smiled lightly: "Found the woman you like?"
Chen Bin, his unsheathed sword hanging at his waist, said calmly: "It's just that she likes me a lot."
"Is she the woman you're planning to spend your life with?"
A wave roared in, its spray crashing against the rocks, shattering him into pieces.
"She's a madwoman, a madwoman who likes me to death. I can't not take care of her for the rest of my life."
"Is your feeling for her just desire or pity?" Nangong Ruo looked at the sea.
"Of course, there's desire too. She's amazing, and she became who she is all for me. When I see
her, all I want to do is hold her tight and protect her."
"Is this what you call 'liking'? Have you ever put down your sword in front of her?"
"No, because..."
"Because you don't know if she'll like you if you put down your sword, right?"
"You really are a mind reader." Chen Bin laughed.
Nangong Ruo smiled, "By the way, do you know about the recent sensational event in the martial arts world?"
Chen Bin frowned, "What is it?"
"Chen Bin, the Heavenly Sword, is going to have a duel with the Divine Blade Nangong Ruo on the summit of Mount Tai on February 14th," Nangong Ruo said solemnly.
Chen Bin laughed, "How could such nonsense exist? Don't they know we're best friends?
How could they believe that?"
"They definitely will believe it, because the one spreading the news is Nangong Ruo," Nangong Ruo said in a deep voice.
"Are you crazy?" Chen Bin exclaimed in surprise.
"The Nangong family has never lacked money, because the Nangong family is constantly making money. The high-stakes gambling behind the scenes in the martial arts world
is also manipulated by the Nangong family. Now you know why so many people challenge you to a duel when you're with me,
right?" Nangong Ruo laughed.
Chen Bin murmured, "But you're my best friend!"
"You know yourself that Jin Gongji Nangong Ruo never does anything that doesn't benefit him. I've been waiting for
an opportunity to force you to act."
"You know that even if you kill me, I still won't attack you." "
So I taught Lin Yin to cripple her martial arts and blind herself. That way, I'll have something to force you to act, and
I can kill her." Nangong Ruo said calmly.
"You..."
"Fight me. You have no choice. I'm your best friend since childhood. I know you best."
"You're only doing this for money?"
"That's right. This most exciting duel in the world will earn the Nangong family a lot of money. Once this
battle is over, the Nangong family will become..."
"Some people live their whole lives only for desire?"
"That's right."
"What about Miss Ma?"
"She's dead."
The sandstorm raged, but after the hurricane passed, the undulating sand dunes would be smooth as a mirror again.
A small tent stood alone amidst the yellow sand.
"You're going out to duel someone, aren't you?" A sweet voice floated out.
"Yes," a man's voice replied.
"You must come back alive. If you die at his hands, I will do everything in my power to marry
him, have a child with him, kill the child first, then kill him, and then commit suicide." The
sweet, girlish voice seemed to be stating the obvious.
"I'm leaving."
"Do you like me?"
"..."
"Then can you smile at me? I've never heard you smile before. Just one smile from you, and
I'd be willing to go deaf."
"I'm leaving."
"I'll wait for you."
A black-haired girl lay in a small tent amidst the swirling yellow sand, clutching a slightly reddish white
sword hilt.
Yellow sand filled the sky.
Endless snow fell.
The lantern market began.
The Lantern Festival, the weather mild, yet wind and rain were inevitable.
Afraid to go out at night, afraid to hear laughter and chatter from behind the curtains.
Liu Wuyai had no desire to stroll through the lantern market.
Tomorrow, she would be a man's bride.
But today, it was this same man who had brought her to the lantern market.
"What's there to be nervous about? Let's play a little longer!" His young and handsome face beamed with joy. After
receiving her parents' tacit approval, he pulled her out without further ado.
He did it for her, she knew.
Liu Wuyai silently followed behind his brisk steps, listening to his loud laughter, occasionally returning his faint
smile.
The lantern market was beautiful, truly beautiful.
The town's most bustling street was almost overflowing with people, jostling and thronging,
their vision blurred by the colorful lanterns lining both sides. Candles of all shapes and colors glowed softly behind thin layers of paper.
The same light, after seeping into the night, took on a different appearance. The red was dazzling, the white gentle, the green serene,
the blue elegant, the yellow noble… so many lights and shadows, little by little, dappled the faces of the lantern viewers
, somewhat eerie, yet rendering the festive festivities vibrant.
On the fifteenth of January, a pale moon still hung in the sky, smiling down upon the festival.
Liu Wuyai snapped out of her reverie. Her husband, tomorrow, was playing with a group of children, teaching them to blow out
the lanterns hanging high above, then running away amidst the vendors' shouts and curses, making funny faces from afar.
She smiled gently, her delicate eyebrows relaxing, her jade-like face as beautiful as a flower.
Would he teach his child the same way when she gave birth to him?
Her smile broadened further, her beautiful eyes gazing tenderly at the older child.
Then, she felt two burning gazes, catching a glimpse of white clothing out of the corner of her eye.
She paused slightly, turning to look.
The crowd moved slowly forward, heads surging, but the white figure was nowhere to be seen.
Yet, why did the feeling of being watched grow stronger?
She frowned slightly, her slender hand clutching her chest, overwhelmed by the suffocating pressure.
A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling her hair and lifting her clothes.
She ignored it.
Because that presence was drawing ever closer—she turned abruptly.
The moonlight was soft, the lamplight soft, the shadows soft.
The tall, white-clad figure was less than ten feet behind her.
Cold, sharp brows, stern eyes, and a chilling mouth.
The white-clad man stood aloof in the crowd, exceptionally proud.
Seeing her look over, he curled his lips into a cold smile.
With a nod, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Liu Wuyai also turned around at the same time, breathing heavily.
Only she saw clearly the burning emotion in those cold eyes and the meaning of that nod.
"Nice to meet
you. You are mine.
" Fang Duxue had come for revenge.
To be precise, he was born for revenge, lived for revenge.
Revenge stories in the martial world are mostly similar, and he was no exception. His enemy was a
villain who had killed his entire family, yet a renowned hero in the martial world.
Unconsciously, he placed his hand on the sword hilt again, letting its coldness cool the boiling blood within him.
He sighed deeply, as if trying to expel the pent-up frustration in his chest, but instead looked up at the sky.
The moon was full and still, lanterns lit everywhere; it was the Lantern Festival again.
While others could reunite with their families, where was his?
The sharp totem on the sword hilt had pierced his palm, yet his heart could no longer find peace.
Until that pure white figure caught his eye.
He couldn't help but follow the white figure that resembled him with his gaze.
It was a delicate, frail figure. Soft black braids hung quietly over her shoulders, her neck and hands were fair and white
, gentle as a pool of spring water.
For the first time in twenty-two years, Fang Duxue cast aside his hatred.
He quietly, imperceptibly, moved through the crowd, approaching her step by step.
He wanted to know if that gentle woman also carried a gentle fragrance.
The woman's back stiffened, and she looked back.
For some reason, he immediately hid behind someone nearby, instinctively not wanting to be discovered.
However, she seemed more sensitive than he expected.
When they were almost touching, she turned around again.
With nowhere to hide, he no longer wanted to.
He stood there, gazing at her intently, completely absorbed in her beauty.
He wasn't wrong; this woman exuded a gentle, watery tenderness. Willow-leaf eyebrows, delicate crescent-shaped eyes,
small lips, barely even a hint of rosy red. She was gentle; though not possessing breathtaking beauty, she was elegant and charming, with a graceful demeanor
.
A sweet fragrance wafted towards him.
Fang Duxue smiled faintly, meeting his startled, clear eyes.
He nodded slightly to her. "
Wait for me. Once my revenge is complete, I'll come and take you away."
He turned and walked through the crowd.
His steps were brisk, his eyes bright.
Perhaps, his life was more than just revenge. That gentle, water-like woman would soothe his body and soul, wounded by twenty-two years of suffering
.
The moon hung silently in the sky.
He walked forward with a smile.
Old Man Liu was very, very old. His
cloudy old eyes were already bloodshot, and he squinted suspiciously all day long, as if he were dozing off. Therefore, the Fang family's
children especially liked this teacher. They could sneak out of his squinting classroom and cause trouble everywhere. If they got into
trouble and someone came to their door, Old Man Liu would still squint, stroke his beard, and swear that they had never left
the classroom.
Alas, he was really too old.
Fortunately, the Fang family patriarch was Old Man Liu's friend of many years, and the Fang family's young master would soon be his son-in-law, so Old
Man Liu, at such an old age, didn't have to worry about his future livelihood.
Therefore, Old Man Liu was very leisurely now.
He was sitting by the window, and Aunt Liu was doing needlework there. The old couple quietly enjoyed the warm atmosphere.
Until his daughter and future son-in-law entered one after the other.
"You're back." Aunt Liu put down her work and poured two cups of tea. "Xiaotian, come in and chat with your Uncle Liu for
a while."
Old Man Liu stroked his beard and chuckled. "You two had a good time, leaving us two old folks behind. Xiaotian
, be careful I don't marry my daughter to you!"
Young Master Fang Xiaotian grinned and put his arm around Liu Wuyai's shoulder.
"Father-in-law, please don't tease your son-in-law. I will only marry your daughter!"
Wuyai was startled by this, her thoughts returning from the man in white. She gave him a meaningful look and
sighed softly.
Subtly pulling away from his arm, she curtsied to her parents and went back to her room.
Their home was in the Fang family's spacious garden. Walking around the winding corridor, she could faintly hear laughter coming from behind, and she couldn't help but
smile as well.
Why think so much? Wasn't she happy now?
That man in white...
maybe nothing happened to him...?
The troubling thoughts abruptly stopped when he saw the white figure flash by.
She stared wide-eyed at the person standing before her.
The garden was silent, the flowers and trees swaying gently
in the still air, shadows swirling. The moon hung in the sky, its silvery light bathing the pavilions and the two white-clad figures standing silently
.
Fang Duxue frowned.
He hadn't expected her to be here.
Liu Wuyai felt a little timid.
Why was this person in her house again? Who was he?
Was he… here to see her?
A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling their hair, bringing with it a surge of emotion, a hidden undercurrent of passion.
Fang Duxue reached out his hand.
He had long forgotten his purpose in coming here, forgotten revenge.
He only saw a fallen leaf.
A small, withered yellow leaf, resting on her hair.
He reached out his hand. The hands that had wielded swords to kill gently brushed the leaf from her hair, gently stroking it
.
Her hair fluttered, a sweet fragrance wafting towards him.
"You smell so good," he murmured.
Taking a step forward, he pulled her into his arms.
Liu Wuyai was bewitched by his burning, hazy eyes, by the gentle aura surrounding him, by his
strong arms and firm chest… Fang Duxue, while tasting Liu Wuyai's tender tongue, quickly unbuttoned
his shirt and pulled the shoulder straps apart. Liu Wuyai's full, firm breasts, soaked with milk
, were completely exposed, his pink nipples trembling slightly,
slowly hardening and erect under Fang Duxue's gaze.
Fang Duxue caressed these two tender breasts, soft and elastic, with milk constantly overflowing
. Fang Duxue took Liu Wuyai's nipple into her mouth and suckled, streams of milk flowing into her mouth.
Liu Wuyai felt waves of tingling pleasure spreading from his breasts throughout his body, and his little hole couldn't help but gush
out some love fluid.
At this moment, Fang Duxue's hand had already reached under Liu Wuyai's skirt, caressing
Liu Wuyai's stockinged thigh. His hand slid down to Liu Wuyai's genitals, rubbing them. Liu Wuyai's genitals were already soaking wet
, and she nestled against Fang Duxue, gently writhing.
Fang Duxue's penis was now erect and red. He lifted Liu Wuyai, lifting her skirt.
The hem of her white stockings was trimmed with lace, which, against her fair skin, made her even more alluring
; she wore white panties, with a few long pubic hairs peeking out from the sides. Fang Duxue
pulled down Liu Wuyai's underwear, caressing Liu Wuyai's long, beautiful legs. Liu Wuyai had a lot of pubic hair, which
was jet black and shiny, extending from her swollen mons pubis down to below her labia. Even around her purplish-red anus
, there was a considerable amount of pubic hair. The jet black pubic hair stood out even more against her snow-white buttocks and thighs.
Because Liu Wuyai had given birth, her labia majora had turned purplish-black, but were still quite thick. Fang Duxue
gently parted Liu Wuyai's labia majora with her fingers, revealing pink flesh. The small
opening below the flesh was open, and a little bit of vaginal fluid occasionally flowed from it, running down to her anus, making Liu Wuyai
's anus glisten under the light.
Without a second thought, Fang Duxue pressed her lips to Liu Wuyai's labia and kissed her. Liu Wuyai trembled,
mumbling incoherently, "No...no...it's dirty there..." As she spoke, she pressed Fang
Duxue's head down towards her crotch.
Fang Duxue's tongue licked incessantly at Liu Wuyai's genitals, and Liu Wuyai could only make "ah...ah..." sounds under her caresses
. To prevent others from hearing her, Liu Wuyai covered
her mouth with her hands.
Fang Duxue supported Liu Wuyai's legs, raising them to the sides. She first
used her tongue to part Liu Wuyai's curly pubic hair, pushing open the thick labia. Instantly, the fragrance of a young woman and the
unique sour smell of her genitals filled Fang Duxue's nostrils. Fang Duxue's tongue gently licked Liu Wuyai's dark red
clitoris, occasionally biting it lightly with her teeth. Stimulated by Fang Duxue, Liu Wuyai's buttocks trembled slightly, and she
involuntarily groaned, "Ahhh...no more, I can't take it anymore..."
Liu Wuyai's vaginal opening resembled rose petals, with intricate veins, now slick with nectar; her labia
were engorged and swollen, the veins clearly visible, slightly parted as if panting; above
, the small urethral opening was clearly visible. Fang Duxue, seeing this, felt dizzy; his face seemed
to be drawn to her, pressing against her, slowly probing his tongue into Liu Wuyai's vagina, moving it rapidly in and out.
The rough tongue stimulated Liu Wuyai's tender vagina, and her panting grew louder. Suddenly, her
legs clamped tightly around Fang Duxue's head, and a stream of hot, sticky fluid spurted into Fang Duxue's mouth. Fang Duxue
swallowed all the viscous fluid that Liu Wuyai had sprayed out, and licked up all the fluid that clung to the area around Liu's vagina,
even cleaning up the fluid that had dripped onto Yufei's anus.
At this moment, Fang Duxue's penis was painfully erect. He stood up and stroked his swollen penis with his hand. "Insert
it...faster...I want it..." Liu Wuyai said urgently. Fang Duxue guided his already erect penis with one hand,
and with his other hand, parted Liu Wuyai's labia and thrust it into the opening
.
"Ah...ouch..." A pleasurable moan escaped Liu Wuyai's lips the moment Fang Duxue penetrated
. Although her husband's penis had entered and exited her body countless times, Liu Wuyai had never experienced such
intense stimulation. Perhaps it was because Fang Duxue's penis was much thicker and longer than her husband's, or perhaps it was because her
vagina hadn't had any penetration for a long time. The muscles in Liu Wuyai's legs tensed instantly.
"Plop...plop..." Liu Wuyai's lower body was very wet, and her vagina was very tight. Each thrust from Fang Duxue
produced a "sizzling" sound as her vaginal fluids splashed out.
Fang Duxue's penis almost always penetrated deep into Liu Wuyai's vagina, each time the glans approaching her clitoris.
Yufei trembled involuntarily, her red lips parted slightly, and she let out a moan.
Fang Duxue thrust forty or fifty times in a row, and Liu Wuyai was already covered in fine sweat, her cheeks flushed.
One of her legs was placed on Fang Duxue's shoulder, while the other thigh, encased in pure white stockings, was now raised high,
wrapped around Rossi's waist, swaying back and forth with Fang Duxue's thrusts. She kept moaning, "Ah...
ouch...um..."
Fang Duxue paused for a moment, then began to thrust in and out with great force, each time pulling his penis to the vaginal opening before
plunging it all the way in. Fang Duxue's scrotum slapped against Liu Wuyai's buttocks, making a loud "slap, slap" sound. At this moment, Liu Wuyai
could no longer contain her excitement. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her voice growing louder and
her breathing heavier, occasionally letting out uncontrollable cries.
"Ah... um... yes... right there..." Each groan was accompanied by a long exhale,
the muscles in her face tensing as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Liu Wuyai could no longer control herself, crying out incessantly.
Fang Duxue felt Liu Wuyai's vagina contracting in waves, each deep thrust feeling
like a small mouth trying to engulf the glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks onto the table
as the penis was withdrawn, soaking the surface. Liu Wuyai's full breasts swayed like waves from the impact.
After a while, as Liu Wuyai's vagina contracted again, Fang Duxue finally
ejaculated scalding hot semen into her body, making her tremble uncontrollably. When Fang Duxue
withdrew his now-shrunken penis from Liu Wuyai's body, Liu Wuyai remained lying there, unwilling to move. A stream of milky-white
semen flowed from between Liu Wuyai's slightly swollen labia... Liu Wuyai awoke from her reverie, startled, and gasped
, struggling to escape his embrace.
Fang Duxue narrowed his eyes, glancing at his empty right arm, then at the terrified beauty before him, and gritted his teeth.
"I..." She took a step back, turning her head away, "I have a fiancé."
"Just a fiancé?"
She suddenly turned around, her lips trembling as she looked at him.
How could he speak so casually?!
Fang Duxue smiled arrogantly, gripping his sword hilt.
"I will challenge him."
"That's not fair, he doesn't know martial arts!"
"Then what's the problem?" Fang Duxue grinned mockingly, "He can't even protect himself
, what right does he have to take on the responsibility of protecting you?"
Liu Wuyai took another step back.
This man was arrogant and unreasonable; she was speechless.
She took another step back.
Fang Duxue narrowed his eyes again, a white shadow flashed, and he was close to her once more.
Ignoring her fear, he hooked her chin with one hand, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
"I only have one concern: are you willing to come with me?"
He was a bandit! Liu Wuyai glared at him angrily, looking into the depths of his dark eyes, a thought stirring within her.
Those eyes, shielded by coldness and protected by aloofness, now burned with naked passion and desire.
He really, really, really… wanted her, didn't he?
She lowered her eyelashes, her voice barely a whisper: "What if… I say no?"
His dark eyes suddenly dimmed, but his tone remained domineering and arrogant.
"I will kidnap you."
Just as she expected.
Liu Wuyai suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Since betrayal was not something she could control, she would face her restless heart with equanimity.
She smiled faintly, her bright eyes meeting his.
"I don't want to go with you. Kidnap me."
A glint of cold light flashed in his hawk-like eyes, catching her radiant smile, and instantly softened into gentle tenderness.
Fang Duxue sighed softly, a bitter smile playing on her lips. It seemed that even the hardest steel would melt
into softness to win his tenderness.
Before the smile faded from her lips, he leaned down, wanting to capture her beauty with his lips.
A gentle breeze stirred again, calmly rippling the beautiful scenery, whispering secrets, envious glances, and intimate whispers—all for
the unintentional murmurs of lovers, for their destiny together.
A long sigh drifted into their ears, abruptly waking the lovers from their sweet reverie.
Liu Wuyai's face turned ashen, and he involuntarily leaned against Fang Duxue's chest.
Fang Duxue gripped her sword hilt tightly again.
A long, dark shadow entered through the moon gate, footsteps hurried closer, and a hunched old man stepped inside.
He stroked his beard, then suddenly his old eyes flashed with a sharp light. He straightened his back, instantly transforming into a dashing figure, all
traces of his old age gone!
"Who are you?" Fang Duxue frowned, asking coldly.
Liu Wuyai called out softly, "Father."
"You're her father? That's perfect, I want to marry—" His unspoken proposal was abruptly cut off.
"I am her father, and also the person you're looking for."
Fang Duxue's spine stiffened abruptly, his hand gripping the sword trembling involuntarily.
"You are… Liu… Liu Xihu?!"
Old Man Liu laughed heartily, "That's right, 'Smoky Willow West Lake in the Sunny Day,' I am
Liu Xihu, who, eighteen years ago, was known as one of the Two Heroes of Jiangnan alongside your father."
The longsword vibrated, moving so fast that only a flash of silver light was visible. Fang Duxue grinned maliciously, extending the sword, its tip seemingly pointing at his throat.
"I've finally found you... Twenty-two years, you've been hiding from me for twenty-two years, Uncle Liu!"
Liu Xihu glanced down at the chilling longsword, then calmly looked at him.
"Xue'er, these twenty-two years, have you been alright?"
Fang Duxue smiled through gritted teeth, his fierce eyes fixed on the enemy he had been searching for for twenty years.
Alright? Of course he was alright! These twenty-two years of torment, this deep-seated hatred, how could he possibly be "not alright"!?
His smile was cold, the sword's edge even colder, only hatred burned throughout his body, scorching and oppressive. Liu Wuyai trembled,
his face pale, staggering away from his embrace, but was caught by him.
Liu Xihu looked at him with a complicated expression as he unconsciously pulled Liu Wuyai back into his arms, like a child desperately seeking courage and
comfort.
He sighed softly.
"Xue'er, let go of Wuya, she's my daughter."
Fang Duxue trembled, involuntarily releasing her arms and staring blankly at her.
She was his daughter… Right, just now she called him "father"… Just now… I proposed to him… I wanted to marry
her, the woman I'd only seen once at the Lantern Festival, yet felt like I'd longed for her my whole life… How long ago was that
? Why does it feel so distant, like a past life… No, as distant as twenty-two years of blissful happiness…
He stared at her intently, his dark eyes filled with confusion, muttering something. Liu Wuya, tears
streaming down her face, involuntarily took a step closer to him, finally understanding his words: "Why is my happiness
always so fleeting…"
The woman he loved was the daughter of his enemy—this was a
game that fate liked to play among mortals, but…
why him? Why her?
All he craved was a little tenderness, a little warm acceptance… nothing more…
He was infatuated, dumbfounded, his longsword lowered, the arrogant and domineering spirit born of hatred completely vanished.
“What happened back then was nothing but a farce,” Liu Xihu coughed, trying to bring him back to his senses:
“Your father, Fang Qing, and I were known as the Two Heroes of Jiangnan, and we were even closer in private. The year your father had you, I was
wandering the martial world, my whereabouts unknown, so the good news didn't reach me. By the time I finally saw you, you were already a six-
year-old child.” He looked up at the sky, a joyful smile on his face: “You have exceptional physique, a martial arts prodigy.
Your father and I both wanted to impart all our knowledge to you, but we still felt we were wasting your talent. So, I decided to find you a
renowned master as a gift. And the one whose martial arts were arguably the best in the world back then was none other than the Phantom Old Man, whose temper was also the most eccentric in the world
.” The Phantom Elder takes on many disciples, but his rule is: only those who are desperate and have nowhere else to turn
will be accepted. Liu Xihu smiled bitterly, frowning. "Your father and I discussed this for several days and devised a plan."
He looked at Fang Duxue, his eyes now bright, but filled with disbelief.
"First, we'll lure the Phantom Elder out of Phantom Valley. Then, in front of him, we'll feign a fight, and I'll kill your entire
family of twenty-four. And then, do you remember?"
Fang Duxue trembled on the spot.
How could he not remember? It was the nightmare that had haunted him every midnight for the past twenty-two years!
In the pitch-black night, shadows flickered. "Uncle Liu" had killed his grandfather, father, brother, wet nurse… Blood splattered everywhere,
stains covering the walls. He was shielded behind his mother, watching her fall, but could only stand there
, stunned, staring blankly as "Uncle Liu," his face covered in blood, grinned menacingly, approaching him step by step… until
a figure flew in through the window, knocking "Uncle Liu" unconscious with a single blow, then pulling him into his arms, clearly saying, "I won't kill him!
I'll keep him alive. When you've mastered your martial arts, you can kill him yourself!"
…
How could he forget that for twenty-two years, driven by a burning desire for revenge, he had begged his master for the most rigorous
training, forcing himself to teeter on the brink of death countless times… and even, to test his skills, how many people had he killed
!?
For twenty-two years, he had isolated himself from the world, sealing himself in hatred, living only for it… and today,
someone told him it was all a farce!
Impossible!
Fang Duxue's indifferent gaze sharpened, and he even laughed mockingly: "Do you think I'd believe such a
far-fetched story of begging for my life?!" He desperately avoided Liu Wuyai's gaze, taking a few steps to the side, away from her fragrant
embrace, and coldly stared at Liu Xihu.
"No matter whose father you are, I..." he gritted his teeth and blurted out, his longsword flashing out with incredible speed
, almost piercing through Liu Xihu's thin chest!
Liu Wuyai turned her head away, her eyes tightly closed.
The two people before her seemed to be close to her, one her father, the other her lover—yet at this moment they felt
so unfamiliar! Her father actually knew martial arts, and was suspected of murdering an entire family! Could it be that her weak,
aged, and confused father was just an illusion?! A mask he had used to deceive her and her mother for eighteen years?!
Liu Xihu dodged the longsword, the wind from the blade slicing off a section of his sleeve. Fang Duxue let out a low shout, her longsword slashing diagonally
at his back!
And him? That man whose name she still didn't know, that arrogant, domineering, yet scarred
man. He was a true stranger now. But… why did she secretly hope to soothe
the pain in those dark eyes, to embrace his cold, sharp gaze?
She suddenly felt a deep weariness. She had never witnessed such a feud in her life, and this was the first time she had encountered one. Both sides
were people she should care about, yet she felt no fear or worry, only an indescribable exhaustion.
"Stop!" With a shout, footsteps approached hurriedly, and three people stepped forward.
Liu Xihu immediately stopped, but Fang Duxue ignored him, still thrusting her sword at him.
"Xue'er! Stop!" the voice cried again, and one of them leaped up, trying to snatch the sword from his hand!
Fang Duxue, caught up in the killing fervor, unleashed the unparalleled lightness skill of the Phantom Sect, leaping into the air and striking first,
more than ten feet above the man, delivering a head-on sword strike!
Seeing the chilling glint in the air, the man knew he couldn't dodge the attack
. In a moment of panic, he exhaled and plummeted to the ground, rolling on the ground before the sword pierced it with a soft "swoosh," narrowly missing his temple.
A woman's voice cried out in alarm.
Fang Duxue, still poised to thrust his sword, froze at the sound.
Was it her? No, it wasn't her. But the voice was so familiar… why so familiar…
He involuntarily stopped his movements and turned to look.
Upon seeing it, his sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.
A man and a woman stood before him.
Even if he wanted to deny that the boy was his brother, the woman's face was one he hadn't forgotten for a moment in the past twenty-two years
—the face of his mother, who had been killed while shielding him from an attack!
Although wrinkles and gray hair had appeared, the bond between mother and son remained unwavering; he had no doubt about his own judgment!
"Xue'er!" Madam Fang stepped forward, supporting Fang Xiaotian's shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears, her heart overflowing with longing for her son.
Feelings welled up, but he didn't know where to begin.
Fang Duxue stared blankly at her, his lips trembling. In a flash, he looked at the person Liu Xihu had helped up
—his memories before the age of six were exceptionally clear, honed by twenty-two years of hatred—that was his father, Fang Erxia Fang Qing,
the man he had woken up crying countless times just to no longer be called "father"!
Fang Qing seemed completely unconcerned that his son had almost killed him. He dusted himself off, thanked his old friend for his help,
turned back, and looked at Fang Duxue with loving eyes, saying with deep emotion, "Call me Mother! Xue'er, what your Uncle Liu
said is true! Your mother has missed you so much!"
Fang Duxue's throat bobbed, his eyes blank and vacant, unable to utter the word "Mother."
He looked around, and the three faces connected to him by blood were terrifyingly unfamiliar. He numbly met their
gazes one by one, each pair of dark eyes filling him with helplessness and fear—he no longer seemed to be the highly skilled, aloof, and
solitary Fang Duxue, but had become that six-year-old, weak, and helpless child again.
"Xue'er! Twenty-two years have passed, and Mother has finally seen you again!" Madam Fang approached him tremblingly, stroking
his cheek: "My Xue'er is doing well, you haven't let everyone down. You defeated your Uncle Liu, and just now
you defeated your father. For your age, this is an extraordinary achievement!"
Fang Duxue numbly felt the warmth of "Mother," and in a glance, Liu Xihu stroked his beard and smiled, while Fang Qing's face was
filled with pride.
"In your hearts, is martial arts enough to represent everything!?" Liu Wuyai's gentle yet firm voice suddenly rang
out, and Fang Duxue trembled, turning his head to look, only to see her slowly approaching and blocking his way.
"Wuya, what are you doing!?"
Liu Wuya pursed her cherry lips, her beautiful eyes shining brightly as she stared at the crowd in front of her.
"You've trained a child in the grave of hatred to develop martial arts skills, Uncle Fang?! Are you really proud of that?!"
Liu Xihu's face darkened. "Wuya, shut up!"
"Wuya won't shut up! Aunt Fang, you are his mother. You love your child, but isn't your love meant to
bring him happiness? Don't you understand that your actions might ruin his life?!"
Fang Qing stepped forward, wondering what had gotten into this usually gentle and delicate woman. Since she already
considered her daughter-in-law, she didn't need to consider her old friend's feelings and shouted in a deep voice, "Wuya! Your uncle's affairs are none of your business. Your
father and I will handle it ourselves. Get out of here!"
Liu Wuya ignored her and instead looked up at him directly. "Uncle Fang, have you never thought about
how much suffering a child filled with hatred would endure in twenty-two years, such a long time... How could you be so heartless?
How could you do something so selfish?!"
"Shut up!" Fang Qing was a great swordsman in his youth and is now a wealthy and powerful man. Who dares to speak to him like that
? Enraged, his old face flushed with fury, and he slapped her across the face!
Liu Wuyai took a step back in shock. A hand reached out from behind and firmly clamped the slap.
Fang Qing's tiger-like eyes blazed with fury as she glared at the offender, only to meet Fang Duxue's cold, piercing eyes, causing her
to shiver. The bewildered and pained expression vanished without a trace. In an instant, Fang Duxue returned—the cold,
arrogant, and disdainful Fang Duxue. "Insolence! Xue'er, you… I am your father!"
Fang Duxue glanced at him coldly, disdainfully dismissive, and shook off his hand.
"Father?! In my twenty-two years in Phantom Valley, the most useful thing I learned was that there are no
gods in this world. Everyone's fate is in their own hands, and no one can presume to be a god and manipulate them!
You are my father, and I have already repaid my debt to you in these twenty-two years. If you dare to touch her, even if I am your son,
I will kill you!"
"Xue'er! You've gone mad!"
"Xue'er..." Madam Fang staggered back a step. Her beloved son's expression was too resolute. Could it be that he really couldn't
forgive his parents' scheme? No, it couldn't be...
Liu Wuyai lowered his eyelashes, afraid that the pain of his frail mother would soften his heart, but he really couldn't forgive
the actions of these "elders." A tightness gripped his waist as Fang Duxue's strong arms encircled him, and her soft body nestled back into his firm and warm
embrace.
"Big brother!" Fang Xiaotian, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly shouted in a deep voice, his young and handsome face darkening
as he looked at his brother, whom he had never seen before.
"Wuya is my fiancée!"
Liu Wuya looked up at him in alarm, her usually playful black eyes flashing with an unprecedented unwavering determination.
Her lips moved, but she couldn't speak.
Fang Duxue stared coldly at him, her breath tickling his similar black eyes, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips.
"From now on, no. She will only be my wife."
Fang Xiaotian's long eyebrows twitched, his expression shifting between light and shadow. They stared at each other for a long time before Fang Xiaotian glanced down at his
fiancée, who was leaning against his older brother.
"Wuya?"
Liu Wuya didn't dare look him in the eye, her slender hand quietly covering the large hand encircling her waist, warming the sudden
chill.
"I'm sorry… I'll be with him."
She was everything to him now; she couldn't abandon him. Today, if the truth were revealed and he wasn't there
, if he didn't have this person he couldn't bear to part with, what would this extreme man do…? She dared not
think about it!
Her voice was soft, as gentle as her eighteen years of nature, yet Fang Xiaotian seemed struck a heavy blow, his face instantly
turning ashen. He steadied himself, looked up at his elder brother again, and nodded slightly.
"I'm your brother?"
Fang Duxue looked at him thoughtfully, nodding.
Fang Xiaotian suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, ignoring his parents' urgent calls, and turned to leave.
In the distance, his clear, choked voice could be heard singing:
"Last year in January, the flower market was a picture of lanterns. The moon rose above the willow branches, and we met after dusk. This year in January, the moon and
lanterns are still the same, but the person from last year is gone..."
The song abruptly stopped, and the garden fell silent once more, like night.
Liu Wuyai sobbed softly, burying his face in front of Fang Duxue.
Fang Duxue's sharp eyes swept over everyone in the garden; those who wanted to speak were all silenced by that gaze.
He looked at Liu Xihu: "I'm taking her away."
Liu Xihu looked at his daughter, but she turned her head away. He smiled bitterly, stroking his sparse, graying beard.
"Could this old man stop it?"
Fang Duxue coldly grinned, his smile sharp and mocking.
Suddenly, a crane soared into the sky, its white robes fluttering in the wind. The white shadow flashed in the night,
disappearing swiftly dozens of feet away.
"What excellent lightness skill, what excellent lightness skill," Liu Xihu said dejectedly. His straight back bent again, quickly returning him to
his former hunched, decrepit state. His once bright and sharp eyes had become cloudy and bloodshot.
Over the years, he had been exhausted from hiding from the "Phantom Old Man," and the chivalrous spirit of his youth had
long since vanished.
Fang Qing glared at her old friend. What kind of time is this to be talking about this? "Brother Xihu, how could you let Wuya
go with him?!
If you hadn't agreed, Wuya would have stayed, and Xue'er would have stayed for her sake too..." Liu Xihu gave a half-mocking
smile. This father hadn't even seen what kind of person his son was. This
young master, whom they had nurtured yet who hated them so much, couldn't be dismissed with a simple "no"!
Besides,... Wuya... also...
Suddenly, a bare peach tree in the corner of the garden rustled. Except for Madam Fang, who was completely unaware, the other two looked over simultaneously
.
A slender figure in a light blue dress stood trembling on the treetop, a delicate
and elegant face still clearly visible in the darkness.
"This humble woman is here on my master's orders to deliver a message to you both." Before anyone could ask, the woman spoke softly, "
My master did not pursue the matter of twenty-two years ago, but that does not mean he will continue to be lenient towards you in the future. Fang Duxue
is now a disciple of the Phantom Shadow Sect, and Liu Wuyai is her wife; naturally, they are also members of my Phantom Shadow Sect. If you two again go against
their wishes and arbitrarily disturb them in the future, my Phantom Shadow Sect will not stand idly by."
The woman smiled gently, her slender hand brushing through her hair. Her appearance was delicate but not overly flamboyant,
yet every gesture exuded a captivating charm.
"You two must have heard me well. My master's anger is not to be trifled with. I must also advise you two
seniors: it's not difficult to acknowledge your son or daughter. Time is the best way to diminish hatred. In ten or
twenty years, perhaps my sixth senior brother and sister-in-law will come to their senses. As for before then,
it's best for you two seniors to continue your twenty-two years of waiting. If you overstep your bounds, I won't need your master; I'll be the first
to confront you. Although you two seniors have decades of experience, my Phantom Shadow Sect, being a heretical sect, has its own
methods to dominate..."
A gust of wind came, and she flicked her sleeve with the wind. Something as fast as lightning, silver and gleaming, rushed straight towards Fang Qing's face.
Fang Qing dared not catch it with her hand and dodged, only to see the object change direction, circling around and
striking Liu Xihu's back!
Liu Xihu, focused on rescuing his old friend, only noticed the
approaching wind when he lunged forward and fell to the ground. Just then, the object fell silently, striking him squarely in a pressure point on his back! Fang
Qing was shocked and rushed to help her friend up. She looked up, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but the moonlight was bright and the wind was still;
the woman was nowhere to be seen!
Liu Xihu was also initially drenched in a cold sweat, but after a while, the wound felt neither painful nor itchy. He let go of Fang Qing's
support and moved as usual; confusion replaced his panic. When he took off his outer garment to examine it, he found only a small
hole through which something shimmered.
The two men exchanged a glance, their faces ashen.
It was a small, finger-sized glass fish with a ring around its mouth, clearly a toy.
A shallow-water glass fish! The woman in the Phantom Sect, renowned for 　　her mastery of hidden weapons, had a strange nickname whose origin remained unknown. Even more
chilling was the fact that "Liuli" (琉璃) referred not only to her name but also to her exquisite and insightful mind, no less remarkable than her skill with hidden weapons! 　　 This attack, seemingly childish, was enough to end his life with a casual gesture! 　　 "Enough... enough..." Liu Xihu murmured, slowly walking out of the moon gate, his steps faltering, no longer 　　resembling a chivalrous hero! 　　 Fang Qing stared blankly at his old friend's hunched back, a sense of bewilderment washing over him. Turning back, he met his wife's tearful, 　　sorrowful eyes. 　　 He touched his wife, who stood frozen in place. 　　 "Madam..." 　　 Madam Fang turned around, dazed. 　　 "Madam, let's go back to our room." 　　 "...Where's Xue'er?" 　　 "Gone..." 　　 "Where's Xiaotian?" 　　 "...Gone too..." 　　 Madam Fang suddenly fell silent, standing there blankly, staring at her husband as if he were a stranger. 　　 "You...who are you? My son is gone, who are you?" 　　 Fang Qing took her arm, forcing back her grief, and whispered, "I'm the master." 　　 "Master..." 　　 "Yes. Madam, let's go back to our room..." 　　 A heavy loneliness hung in the silent garden. 　　 A gentle breeze blew, the moonlight was pale, casting the shadows of the two elderly people walking slowly, longer and 　　longer... 　　 and the loneliness grew longer and longer. 　　 [The End 　　 ]

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